Why do I feel in my soul the agony of the swan? River of melancholy currents, takes possession of my mind.
I can't detach from their shadows, nor the echoes of my past, why death snatched them so young, wounding so deeply my heart as they vanished...
Shouting each name to the heavens but no answer, they are gone and I am alone. Swept away into despair, submerged in a sea of doubts.
As I try to heal my wounds, as I sing instead of cry, as I pick colorful flowers, as I walk without a hand, as I feel their presence in me, through tears, I try to smile.
